"Welcome back, son."
Griffin opened his eyes, surprised to see his mother and father hovering over him with concern that slowly eased into pure relief. That was when he looked around and realized he was lying on a bed.
A bed?
How did he get here? The last thing he remembered, he had been with the others in the meeting room, making plans on how they were going to kill Angus.
"What happened?" he asked, confusion lacing his voice as he pushed himself up on his arms.
Aeron and Irene shared a look before his father answered. "We were talking when you suddenly clutched your chest and cried out in pain. Then you fainted. Not just you—Roman too. We figured it had something to do with the bond between you all and brought you here to rest. Roman is with his parents as well."
Irene narrowed her gaze. "What's happening? Don't tell me something happened to Violet?"
Right at that moment, the strange dream Griffin had came rushing back to him.
Except it wasn't a dream.
